It was hot, and we were barreling down the interstate in the biggest U-Haul motortruck I was able to get. My mother-in-law was riding with me, my married woman and two sisters-in-law were driving in a car as we drove from Chicago to San Antonio.
It was n't our intent to keep the two vehicles in close proximity during each day 's private road. Instead, we had agreed upon the end-of-day stop where we 'd all have dinner and spend the night.

The passenger statistical distribution was determined by the fact that I like to travel early -- on the road each day by 5:30. My mother-in-law, Sharon, is the only other `` morning person '' in the group. So we left other, expecting to get to the stopover location about three o'clock ... we 'd probably be about three hours ahead of the car.

Riding with Sharon was OK with me. I like her better than any of the others, including my termagant of a wife.

Yes, shrew ! I thought I had found a great potential difference fellow when we were dating, but soon after we married she turned into the most demanding, most selfish mortal I know. I hated staying with her, but -- frankly -- did n't need to begin my financial living anew ... she 'd come up a way to `` get it all '' if we divorced.

Sharon and I stopped for lunch about 11. She phoned her untested daughter, Marcy, and found that they had just gotten in the road -- they were over five 60 minutes behind us. I heard Sharon say, `` Well, we 'll see you at the motel this eventide, but you 're getting in tardy enough that Paul and I are n't going to expect to have dinner. It 's hot, we 'll need rain shower when we arrive and we 'll be hungry long before you get there. ``
When she got off the phone I said to her, `` Boy, I 'd never get away with saying that to Nancy. '' Sharon responded, `` Nancy 's my girl, Paul the Apostle, and I love her. But she 's not a very dainty person. You 're a neat guy. Look at you driving this truck so we can run Marcy from college to her first genuine job ; a half-continent away. '' She paused and then continued, `` Yes, you 're a cracking guy and -- frankly -- you deserve best. '' I was amazed that Sharon would say that ... Not amazed she might think it, but truly vex she 'd actually say it to me.

That began a conversation that continued over the succeeding three hours or so. I shared my frustrations about Nancy, Sharon shared her thwarting about my father-in-law, Alex. The words just kept tumbling out and pretty soon we each mentioned our intimate thwarting. `` honey making is never as dependable when you do n't respect your partner, is it Paul ? ''
And I 'm thinking, `` Too bad I did n't get married the female parent ! ``
We got to the motel and each headed to our respective room for a exhibitor and modification of apparel. We agreed to meet in the bar in an hour.
In the rain shower, I kept thinking of Sharon 's comments about sex. She 's right, far better when you respect your collaborator. Then I began thinking about Sharon in another way. I thought about her expectant organic structure.

Sharon is only 11 years quondam than me. She works out every day and has maintained her figure. And, she has the prettiest sorry eyes I 've ever seen.

I thought about what it would be like to cup one of her tit in my hand. How it would be to snaffle her ass and attract her to me as we kissed. Wow ! What cerebration were these ? Did I really just stroke-off to the thought of my mother-in-law ? Yup, and I enjoyed it.
When I walked into the bar it was such a courteous surprise. There sat Sharon in a yellowish sun wearing apparel. She was beautiful.
'' I brought this along to have something to fatigue out for dinner after we got settled in San Antonio. I love the Riverwalk there. But after today 's conversation I thought I 'd garnish in something a bit more limited than jean and a T. ''
Although I 'm still not sure why I did it, I leaned in and kissed her -- tenderly on the rim, with my own lips parted just slightly -- then said, `` You are gorgeous ; and I 'm lucky to be with you. ``

We each had a drunkenness. Sharon ordered a Caucasian wine. I ordered a scotch, neat ; with a club soda on the slope. As soon as I ordered Sharon decided to switch her order to the same as mine. The first crapulence, was followed by another, then one more. There was n't a lot of talk. We just sat future to one another and enjoyed the closeness.

As we neared the end of the third drink I put my arm around Sharon 's shoulder and said, `` Thanks for this, I 'm enjoying it. ``
Sharon looked at me and then leaned for another kiss. This time her tongue flicked against my rim.
She whispered, `` Paul, let 's go to my elbow room and ready love. ``

I could n't think my ears, then I decided I 'd get a line correctly. I asked for the bridle and paid for the drinks as quickly as possible.
On the way up to the room, we kissed in the lift. No longer sweet, gentle osculation. Needy, passionate, body-grinding candy kiss where we became almost ferocious in our desire for one another.

tinker's damn these electronic door locks. Half the prison term it takes me several swipes of the key to open the room access ... yes, it happened now. Sharon had gotten her key out and I took it to open the door. It did n't afford ; it did n't unfold, again ; or again. Sharon grabbed the key and tried and true and it worked. She looked st me with a smiling and said, `` I must require it More than you. ``

We tumbled into the room. Kissing, caressing, and mutual exploration led to shedding of clothes. Almost immediately we were naked and in the bed. Then metre seemed to stand still.

All drive stopped. We kissed as though we 'd never kissed before. A long, luxuriant candy kiss ; I caressed her face, ran my hands through her pilus, and gently explored her neck opening. She moaned and then softly said, `` Oh my God, Paul, I 've wanted this for so long. So very long. ``
My hands were now on her dead body. Yes, cupping those knocker I 'd fantasied about only an hour earlier. My hand, everywhere. Followed by my rim, leaving a thousand brief kisses.

I pulled the pocket-sized of her book binding to contribute her closer to me, and she arched to get even closer, as though we were trying to become one.
My hands then trailed down her legs to her feet and then back up her internal leg. As my hired man -- and lip -- continued their journey up, Sharon spread her stage, opening that treasured office. Oh, that wonderful slightly perfumed tone ; so very tempting !

I was as delirious as I 'd ever been as I rubbed the exterior of those beautiful pussy sassing. Sharon squirmed then opened her legs fully and thrust her pussy toward me. When my tongue hit her clit, she bucked like nothing I 'd ever go through. She continued to thrust ; seven, eight, nine, ten times. She grabbed my head and pulled my face into her high temperature, alternatively groaning, moaning, screaming, crying. With a final immense thrusting she began to squirt and I let her drench my face.

It took Sharon a few hour to come down from that incredible culmination. I held her as she wept. I dried her tears as she sobbed that she 'd never before felt so good.

Then, she disentangled from my embrace, smiled and said, `` It was too good … we can't just quit now, '' and she grabbed ahold of my stiff cock.
'' Oh, yes, '' she said, `` this is exactly what a fair sex wants ... it 's a perfect size. It will fill me, but I can still get it in my mouth. ``
With that Sharon took my cock in her mouth. Slowly at first. So slowly that I thought she might not involve much ; that I'd be disappointed. Not so. Slowly, Sharon took every bit of me. Her look pressed into my pubic hair as she relaxed her throat to engulf me. I could palpate her throat muscles working, fighting to allow my presence. She looked me in the eyes and began to move up and down. In and out. shoal one minute ; incredibly deep the next. Always looking into my eyes.

Just when I thought this could n't get good, she added her script, stroking me as her backtalk moved up and down. Then, she began to hum. I was so skinny.

As Sharon sensed I was close to cumming she sped up, adding Sir Thomas More suck. I was in nirvana. A beautiful woman sucking my shaft, deep-throating me.

I was at the very sharpness. Then, I felt something else. Her fingerbreadth at my arsehole. Circling, then pressing slightly. I moaned to show my pleasure and she drove that finger home. That did it. I shot four huge Mexican valium of cum down her throat.
After Sharon came up for air we continued our kissing and kissing. I ca n't imagine how but I remained hard.
I heard her whisper in my ear, `` I ca n't conceive of anything in the humanity that would feel as well as having you inside me. Please screwing me. '' I did n't need to be invited twice.

I rolled over onto her and put on. Her twat was incredibly quick and velvety soft, like zippo I 've ever felt before. She lay there, stage spread wide with groundwork in the air while I thrust, and she responded to each and everyone of my moves. Then, I withdrew and rolled her over, entering her doggy-style. I cupped those beautiful tits, slapped one gently and then gave her ass a good nip. One ripe relish fallowed by another, followed by another. With each she grunted in slight pain. I was pretty sure she liked it, and became sure when I heard her say, `` do it again, '' and `` again. '' She did like it !

I pulled her to the side of the bed and had her put her feet on the base. Then standing behind her I began to pound her ... hard. After a few minutes, I stood her up pulled her to me and began to fuck her standing up. We made our way to the bulwark for a bit of support and I pounded her as punishing as I 've ever down anyone ever.

We came at exactly the same metre. Sharon screamed, I just grabbed and pulled her close ? Holding her until we each recovered from our orgasm.
Then we kissed, gently and sweetly like the offset time.

We 'd been in the way for an hour. It smelled like sex and each of us feared that one of Sharon's roommate for the nighttime would be suspicious. So we decided to get another room for Sharon and the two daughter with whom she was sharing. We then each went to our rooms and reshowered, then met for dinner party.

Sharon and I held workforce going into the restaurant. We ordered. I offered a `` toast to our new relationship. '' And my sound rang. It was Nancy, my shrew of a married woman. She told me that they were about two time of day out and asked if the hotel was OK. public lecture about a muffler.
After I got off the phone, Sharon again took my bridge player and thanked me for the good afternoon. `` I never in my life felt this well. ''
'' You do n't need to give thanks me, '' I said. '' `` I loved it, and I love you. '' Sharon responded with, `` uh, now what are we going to do ? ``
'' Well, I said, we 've got about two hours ... ''